"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

I Just Don't Know Where I Went Wrong (Pete's POV)

Courtney's back.

Even the very thought of her makes me sick; bringing back the memories I was trying so hard to forget. She killed my best friend's wife, for Christ's sake. She caused all of us so much pain and heartache, it's not even funny. How she's back, I have no idea, but all I do know is that we need to get rid of her ... again. Once and for all.

As of right now, I have no clue what she was doing at our show. Come to ruin our lives again? When I looked at her, her eyes pierced mine. I wanted to look away so badly, but I couldn't. She was wearing clothes similar to the crew's, and how she managed that, I also have no idea. All I know is that I want her gone. Dead and gone.

Currently, the four of us have locked ourselves in our dressing room, only allowing New Politics, Paramore, LOLO, or our security in. So far, the only person who has come in is David. We trust that guy more than ourselves sometimes. Of course, he asked us what was up, so we told him. For the time being, he's speechless, as are we. We don't know what to say, what we should say, or what we need to do. We're all too scared to even step outside of this dressing room. With the clothes Courtney was wearing, it looked like she could easily get backstage.

The four of us - maybe even five of us now - are paralyzed with fear. We know we need to get back on the bus by eleven to head to our next city, but until then, we're staying here. We're not moving from where we are. Besides, ever since we walked in here and locked the door, we haven't moved - except Joe, who got up to open the door for David.

"Guys!" Marcus pounded on the door, scaring us out of our thoughts. "It's ten fifty, you gotta get on the bus!"

"O-Okay, man!" I shouted back. "Okay guys, now or never."

We all stood up, then looked at each other. David said he'd go first, just in case Courtney happened to be backstage. This was almost like a game of follow the leader That, or the four of us are just a bunch of pussies. Anyway, we followed David out the door, looking both ways. There was barely any sign of anyone. The other two members of New Politics, then Paramore and LOLO must have already gotten on their buses.

The five of us walked down the hall and soon made it to the back door. We thanked David, him hugging us and saying it wasn't a problem, then he ran off to his bus, ignoring the screaming fans who had waited all this time. The four of us started down the walkway to our bus, which was guarded by barricades, so no crazy fans would jump us or anything. 

Just as we made it to our bus, we turned back and smiled and waved at everyone, eliciting screams and shouts from the fans. Just as we were about to turn back to head onto the bus, we looked back at the door we came out of. There, Courtney stood, looking at us through the window. I quickly shoved the guys onto the bus, then slammed the door behind me.

"What the hell, Pete?" Andy asked, getting up off the floor.

"Didn't you see her?" I asked, helping him up. "She was fucking standing in the window of the back door!"

"I saw her too," Joe spoke up.

"Whatever," Patrick collapsed onto the couch. "Let's just get the hell out of here. I want to get out of here."

"I do too," Andy sighed, sitting next to him. "How the hell did this even happen?"

"I thought we got rid of that bitch a long time ago," Joe said.

"Look, boys," Marcus came into the main area of the bus from the bunk room. "I don't know whatcha all talkin' about, but just put it behind you, 'ight? I don't know what's gotcha all so freaked out, but just out it behind ya." After that, Marcus walked back into the bunk room, leaving us all in the main area.